Tick Tock

Here is a poem that is due coming up that I just finished writing.  This one was difficult to do.  The assignment was to mimic our choice of a Shakespearean Sonnet.  I'll first show you the sonnet I chose to mimic then my poem.  Enjoy!
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Sonnet XII (12)  William Shakespeare

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
      And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
   Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

  

Tick Tock

When each second I hear ticks slowly, loud

And I see the glorious sun devoured,

When nightly news echoes into the crowd

And stale cookies sit crumbled, their sweet milk soured;

When the parched weeds I see wither to naught

From which roses shrank and left in dismay

And last glancing eyes, Heavenly Moonshot—

Spy Dark clouds, pale and plump, full of decay…

Then, do I mull the brilliance of wake

That raise of happiness slip by un-scathed,

As tiaras and stars, above Earth, quake

And topple, falling as fast as rain bathes…

And no trace of goodness does the hand wind,

            Except, perhaps the courage to flat-line.